She used to love water, in all its forms. Loved showers, how the hot water cascaded down her back, and flushed her anxiety and stress down the drain. She loved the sea, how the cold waves washed over her, then the sun doused her face in warmth. Used to love how the pitter patter of the rain on the roof put her to sleep. But now, the shower water runs cold, and leaves her feeling tense. When the waves wash over her, it feels like they’re trying to drown her, push to the sea floor. And now, the drip, drip, drip of water hitting a bucket only keeps her awake, flooding her mind with thoughts.